Elliot - The Warm Up lyrics

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Elliot - The Warm Up lyrics

Verse 1 This is the warm up, i'm sensing bad hands on fold up, i'm on the come up just see me sharpen my sword About to stir the war up, these paragraphs i load up, all i do is raise my score up like i'm on the f**in Forbes Authentic grind never put me next to a gimmick, and all these scars turn a man into a motherf**er cynic The realest one no i need to mimic, i say it loud and gotta paint it vivid, i chose to put this music over all f** being polite, i'm on my baddest behavior, gotta take the only way up no time for failure I'm a slayer, just murkin beats i sew like a tailor, but i'm not asian where's goodfellas and palm trees i'm f**in from I ain't braggin about nothing, i let my actions speak louder They busy bout to fill their noses with that white powder I say respect is not a consequence that comes with power They tell you running then cut your legs you throw in the towel Just picture gas still feed the flames till they get higher I put that state of mind on my sh** and keep that grip tighter When i feel it slippin just from my hand, no turning back The choices took stay the same, bet i'll die for that Uh, and i won't stop till i feel the pain all f**in drained, prolly i'll before be f**in gone And here we go, here's something to aim , many tries in vain, making sure to be brighter for the next dawn, you know Hook (x4) Cause man it's a mission, tryna fight to the finish Just to see if i'm finished Verse 2 I'm bout to change up, motheruckers i lay up from nothing to somethin all these detailed blueprints i drawn in my mind I set my way up, this verbal ak i spray up, can't bite my tongue, just speaking from madness of soul you'll never blind Troubles, b**hes and dope, you can get involved in where i'm from, kinda sh** don't let you take off so i'mma be the words for who's unspoken, writing up these poems, then lay em down making shure that i'll never die Just bending the corner with my homies, see them bent up, but me i'm never really losin focus, unless i got that cognac, f** being sober, and my spirit that i let to the dark sh** just purify My vision straight, we all about to catch the opportunities before they fade I'm tryin to make my way like wade, and bout to boost the muder rate I eat mcs like jeffrey dahmer cause i got to put on weight I say every man for itself in this land we be fighting It's triple threat we still mobbing I reach the darkest places in my mind to penetrate your soul This music works like a drug to elevate y'all Uh, and i won't stop till i feel the pain all f**in drained, prolly i'll before be f**in gone And here we go, here's something to aim , many tries in vain, making sure to be brighter for the next dawn, you know Hook (x4) Cause man it's a mission, tryna fight to the finish Just to see if i'm finished